We walked along the beach until we reached a big old log lying in the sand and the girls decided to take snap shots near it. I took the camera while A...a and Helena struck few posses with the sun in the background…The poses got sexier as they both got comfortable with the camera. Then Helena suggested to take off their tops since no one was around. Anita was wearing a light summer dress with no bra and a small thong; as Helena was wearing a sexy see-through black T-shirt without a bra and blue. I'm sure I have suppressed some of the more painfulparts of my very early childhood so that only those good or bettermemories come to mind. I hope you enjoy it.I was born in rural Georgia in late 1952 to a single parent. At leastthat's the term used today. Back then back then the term would havebeen an unwed Mother. My mother was barely 18 years old when I wasborn. Without many other families around to use as a point ofreference, I suppose a small boy does not even know that there"should" be a. Once again, product of my times. The outfit of the days was nude pantyhose and those shoes called Candies, so the girls didn't wear reinforced toes, nor did the teachers; the good looking ones anyways. You did have the old ladies that wore their reinforced toes proudly, but I didn't like those.So I was a good looking, popular, jocky k**. But with a major pantyhose fetish that I felt I had to hide. That led to some crazy times when I was either a) home alone, or b) babysitting or something where. " She leaned over to peer at Megan's drink. "What'sthat?" Fuzzy navel. You want to try it?"Robyn took a sip and tasted peachy orangey sweetness. This was good. Noneof that sharp alcohol taste. She waved to the waitress to bring her oneand slid the nasty bourbon over to Jim.Two fuzzy navels later and Robyn was feeling great. She was swaying to themusic in her seat and really getting into the butt kicking beat. She'dmostly been conversing with Jim and some of the nicer revelers. And alltoo often.